Ep1 – “Run Run Fast As You Can” – Closed
May 18, 2012 10:57:45 GMT -5
Post by bumblebee on May 18, 2012 10:57:45 GMT -5
Oh fraggity.
Bumblebee was racing at a very speedy clip away from the sound of internal explosions that was parts of the power core blowing, a second set of more intense, higher frequency claxons going off louder and even louder – like the ship howling in the throes of a critical wounding. And it was critically wounded.
Bumblebee knew from the sound of the charges going off that only about half of them had been set off. Fraggin’ Shockwave. The scout-bot down-shifted, engines roaring, his speed picking up even as the ship listed violently to one side before righting itself. He shuddered inwardly, frantically firewalling his own lingering dread, fingers of hot panic threaded like roots through his circuitry and kicking his emotional subroutines into frenetic loops and whorls.
Shockwave’s massive frame blocking him, reaching for him… It was entirely too familiar and he didn’t have the time for trauma right now. He needed to get to one of the extraction points before he ran into any other –! BOOM! Oh slag! Bumblebee’s alt screamed down the corridor, hazarded on all sides as the paneling of the hall collapsed! Sheets of heavy alloy caving behind him and destroying the path from which he’d come, the floor under his back wheels buckling, spinning him out and with a chirping-whirr of alarm, the scout-bot burst out of his alt-mode back into bipedal form. Bee threw himself into a diving roll, away from the collapsed section of hall and ending up sprawled face down just meters from the twisted and sparking wreckage behind him.
“Okay,” beep-chirruped Bumblebee, his Basic shaky with relief. “That wasn’t so bad…”
Then he looked up and found a very large very odd looking Seeker, one he’d never seen on earth before, staring at him from the T-split at the end of the straight corridor… the only way out of the hall. Well… slag in a can. Out of the smelter and into the fire.
Bumblebee was racing at a very speedy clip away from the sound of internal explosions that was parts of the power core blowing, a second set of more intense, higher frequency claxons going off louder and even louder – like the ship howling in the throes of a critical wounding. And it was critically wounded.
Bumblebee knew from the sound of the charges going off that only about half of them had been set off. Fraggin’ Shockwave. The scout-bot down-shifted, engines roaring, his speed picking up even as the ship listed violently to one side before righting itself. He shuddered inwardly, frantically firewalling his own lingering dread, fingers of hot panic threaded like roots through his circuitry and kicking his emotional subroutines into frenetic loops and whorls.
Shockwave’s massive frame blocking him, reaching for him… It was entirely too familiar and he didn’t have the time for trauma right now. He needed to get to one of the extraction points before he ran into any other –! BOOM! Oh slag! Bumblebee’s alt screamed down the corridor, hazarded on all sides as the paneling of the hall collapsed! Sheets of heavy alloy caving behind him and destroying the path from which he’d come, the floor under his back wheels buckling, spinning him out and with a chirping-whirr of alarm, the scout-bot burst out of his alt-mode back into bipedal form. Bee threw himself into a diving roll, away from the collapsed section of hall and ending up sprawled face down just meters from the twisted and sparking wreckage behind him.
“Okay,” beep-chirruped Bumblebee, his Basic shaky with relief. “That wasn’t so bad…”
Then he looked up and found a very large very odd looking Seeker, one he’d never seen on earth before, staring at him from the T-split at the end of the straight corridor… the only way out of the hall. Well… slag in a can. Out of the smelter and into the fire.